SparkFire

My Shree,

I close my eyes, to enter my 'own world'. It's the "world" I write my poetry from. The one where my imagination is vivid and real, and I can be where I want to be. So with my eyes closed, I see you. But I do not want to see you with my eyes, I want to see you with my love, my emotions, feelings. More so to 'experience' you. Totally, in touch and scent. So I touch your face. Feel its warmness beneath my hand. My fingers tracing the outline of your facial features, your forehead, your brow, your eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, and last, your lips. Then I come close to you, close enough to feel the warmness of your breath, and feel your chest move in and out with each one you take. I breathe in deeply, taking in your scent, the mixture of maleness, your cologne and YOU. Bringing you inside me, filling me. Feeling your arms go around me. The strength of your fingers touching me, pulling me to you. Feeling myself, my softness, crushed against your muscles. Enclosed in warmth. Surrounded by nothing but love. My hand goes across your shoulders to the back of your neck, as the other one runs fingers thru your hair. I raise my face to yours, bring my lips near to your lips. Touching, but just barely. A slight touch of sweetness of what is to come. My fingers go across your lips just as I bring them to mine

So sweet a thought to be lost in, kissing you.
Close your eyes, and feel it too. That spark that only we share. That spark of love's fire.

I love you.
Your loving wife
Anusha